For the rest of that day Harriet played on like she had never been to Hogwarts before and allowed the trio to show her around. She was quite amazed and happy at how much she and Harry were alike at that age. He enjoyed Quidditch as much as her and was even on the Gryffindor House team.
"When did you become Seeker for Gryffindor?" She asked, her voice cracking a little.
"Just last year. Professor McGonagall and Oliver came to me about it when I was getting my first flying lesson with Madame Hooch."
"But first years never make the team," Ron gave a little chuckle when Harriet said this. "What'd I say?" She asked confused.
"Dejavoo." Was all Ron spoke.
"According to McGonagall, I'm the youngest Seeker in a century," Harry said proudly.
"Double dejavoo," Ron snickered again.
"My dad was also a Seeker," the three friends took a moments silence. Harriet never knew her grandfather, James Potter, played Quidditch at Hogwarts. How could Harry have kept this from her? Why were there so many things he hid from her? She now remembered something from her birthday. She wished her father would tell her of his past, and the Time Turner was the key that unlocked it.
The school bell rang and lunch period was over. Everyone started to return inside to their classrooms and Professor.